Se Foi
Marco Telles
He Left
He
The Creator of the sky
Who puts His hand in everything
And calls it His own
He
Who holds in His being
The glory of the Eternal
Searches the depths of hell
He
Who calls by name
Stars that hide away
And sees countless beings
He left
Abandoned His throne and
He left
He emptied Himself and
His being
Dressed like one of us
He
Was a master of knowledge
And now a simple being
Rests in His mother
Crying
Needing and begging
Hungry and feeling cold
Humbles Himself in the emptiness of dying
The most terrible pain
Separated from God
Took up His cross
And breathed His last
He left
Abandoned His throne and
He left
He emptied Himself and
His being
Dressed like one of us
He left
Abandoned His throne and
He left
He emptied Himself and
His being
Dressed like one of us
Exalted
Then the Father exalted Him
Praise and glory
Devotion to Him, to Him, only to Him
He left
Abandoned His people and
He left
Left secure in
His being
Dressed us like He is
We are what He is
